Because my life is boring and pointless, I might as well say, "Hi." I've been gone for awhile but I usually am. I get caught up in life and forget about all of the creative outlets I delve into without regard for how much time it actually takes. I write a lot when I post, so it takes a considerable amount of time. But since summer is in full swing, I'll sit down for awhile and write. It's never too late to start writing.
What's kickin' angels?
My life isn't the most interesting right now. My days consist of a spoiled golden retriever, filming YouTube videos, and scrolling through Instagram. Wow, can you say "social media," one more time? I feel like it's become everyone's thing to be on every social media site ever created and I'm no exception. I like sharing my point of view with the world. Who doesn't?
There isn't a point to this post. There never are. Hence the title. I'm just going to tell you about my day in hopes that my everyday experiences will make you shake your head or potentially laugh with me. I laugh at myself all the time. Partially because I laugh at my own jokes like a douche bag, and sometimes simply because I'm a walking failure and can't escape it.
Another thing I can't escape is medical issues. Not your everyday issues either. Who has constant post-nasal drip that causes the vocal cords to sound raspy? Besides me of course. One of my many problems. I will be visiting the doctor soon about all of my issues and I'll be sure to bring this one up. It's impairing the exercising of my head voice. How will I become a soprano if I can't sing high?
Good joke, there's no way I'll ever be a soprano. But still, I need to fix this drainage problem before I get some kind of infection. I could just have allergies. Cross your fingers it's curable.
I wake up late in the morning. 10-11 to be approximate. I've started to assimilate into the lazy teenager way of living. What's not the same as a normal kid is my breakfast. I regularly eat gluten free waffles with random food in the middle. I don't eat them with syrup, that's stupid. I mean, please. Normal food? What? If you're gluten-free, might as well screw up every notion of normal meal pairings, right?
Okay, it's not that weird. I just use the waffles as a substitute for bread. On a normal day, I toast a waffle, cut it in half, put some peanut butter, banana, and honey on the waffle and make a sandwich. For some extra protein, I either cook up some scrambled eggs or eat a fruit-on-the-bottom Chobani greek yogurt. It's mighty tasty and I can't get myself to eat anything else. I've got an obsession with peanut butter. Don't even get me started.
I eat a medium sized breakfast because it's late in the morning and I exercise about an hour after I eat. I have a long history of getting cramps while exercising from eating or drinking too close the activity time. This meal doesn't seem to unsettle me. I scroll through my YouTube video subscriptions and let my food digest. Eventually, I force myself out of my chair and put on a sports bra and booty shorts. Gotta look slutty while exercising. It's must do.
I've been trying to increase my stamina as I exercise so I'm working my way up to 2 miles. I've been out of shape for awhile so I have to start from scratch. Have you ever heard of the Squat Crunch Plank challenge? Try it. Your thighs and abs will hate you but you'll feel stronger in days.
I'm required to take the dog because he turns into a crocodile if he gets hyper. He doesn't weigh me down too much until the sprint at the very end.
My showers are so relaxing after exercising. It's nice to get all the sweat and nasty stink off after burning all the energy out of my body. I'm going to start up my beauty blog so if you want to know what's in my shower, I'll write about it there.
I spend some days editing videos, some filming, and some doing homework for my psychology class. I couldn't be a bigger nerd. I'm kind of nervous for my first exam, not for the test itself but for the whole process of finding the right room and all that. I'm bad at acting natural. I get paranoid about new situations. I think I need professional help.
The day goes by quite quickly when you wake up close to noon. Pretty soon, the parents are back and dinner gets started. Then they sleep and I'm alone again. By 9 PM, I'm fully awake and begin working on new projects. I brainstorm for videos and record songs in the middle of the night. My mother wears earplugs. She'll be fine.
I'm working on an original song to share with everyone. I wrote it awhile back but I'm thinking of music video ideas to debut it with. It should be up relatively soon. I might need help filming though. Things are complicated!
My dreams of being a true YouTuber are still far far away but I'm building a repertoire of videos so maybe I'll get more subscribers. I'm quite enjoying it so I haven't given up yet.
Far in the future, OBX. I'll be sure to share pictures of that adventure on Instagram so if you haven't followed me yet: xoxo_kikichic. Go now.
My day hasn't been that interesting but I thought I'm stop in and say hi. Maybe I'll spend a day ranting about online college classes or a day talking about Paula Dean being an idiot. Whatever sparks my imagination will be here.
Stay tuned.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Dreaded Lessons and Glazed Donuts
The past two days have been a little rough for me. It seems like the weight of the world decided to crash down on my shoulders all at once and I was just unprepared. It doesn't help that it's the time of month when I crave chocolate constantly and feel like crying every ten seconds. I love being a woman.
What's kickin', angels?
Yesterday morning I woke up and knew it was going to be a hard day to get through. I don't know if it was just leftover exhaustion from prom or the fact that I knew Anthony wouldn't be at school that day, but I didn't want to get out of bed and most certainly didn't want to go to school. Nevertheless, I got myself out of bed and got ready anyway.
I've decided to put my contacts in last instead of first because I'm sick and tired of makeup sticking to my contacts, or protein getting underneath my contact because my eyes aren't awake yet or something. I don't understand my eyes, or my body to be exact. I'm in anatomy and I don't get my own body. Maybe it's because I am a mutant. I wouldn't be surprised.
I tried a new product today for breakfast, a Kellogg's Breakfast Shake. I bought the chocolate ones of course, because any other flavor of protein shake just sucks. Just in case it wasn't good, I microwaved a gluten free cinnamon sugar donut and took off for school.
I never thought I would hate Show Choir as much as I do nowadays. The contest music is so irritating because we don't sound good when we sing it. It makes me angry, but then depresses me because we used to sound so good.
I did some fundraising in Pre-Cal today and got 2,000 dollars towards my Europe trip next year from my grandparents. It helps when you have an awesome and supportive family. I'm lucky to have that.
It seems like my English knew that I wasn't in the mood for homework because she threw about 5 assignments at us yesterday and I'm still struggling to find the motivation to do any of them. It's awful. She knows that I've become a procrastinator.
After school I went home and sat on the ground while Anthony told me that he is 70% sure that he is going to IUPUI instead of Purdue. You might not understand how large of a blow that was to me unless you consider two things.
1. I have an active imagination and I have imagined for a long time that we would go to college together and live happily ever after, like the average teenage girl would assume. I can't always be intellectually advanced, give me a break.
2. My parents won't let me go anywhere but Purdue. Plain and simple.
I was pretty angry after that, not to mention more depressed. I went outside and shot my bow for a half hour and didn't do very well. I could blame my lack of focus or anger, but I won't blame it on anything.
I met my mother at Little Charlie's for dinner, which isn't a regular occurrence. I guess she knew that neither of us wanted to make anything. Someone has intuition...and it isn't me. We decided to split a plate of Saratoga chips, a burger, and a piece of chocolate cheesecake. The burger came with pulled pork and cheese on top, and a few onion crispy things. The Saratoga chips are homemade potato chips with barbecue flavoring on them, if you didn't know. I sure didn't before yesterday when I was eating them. The cheesecake was amazing, as anything with chocolate tastes. I dreaded going to piano lessons but alas, I can't avoid them.
On my way to piano lessons, I had to stop and pick up some medicine at the drugstore. While asking for my prescription, I realized just how depressed I sounded. When the lady said, "Have a nice day," I didn't even say, "You too," like I usually do. What is wrong with me?
Piano wasn't very good at all, but what does one expect when that same one hasn't practiced at all in the past week?
I didn't expect anything. Unfortunately, my teacher wasn't on the same page.
I got angry at Anthony later and was upset pretty much the rest of the night until I went to bed.
Monday wasn't a good day.
Tuesday on the other hand, turned out to be a nice surprise.
I woke up expecting it to be another Monday, after all, I have voice lessons on Tuesday. I dread going to lessons. Can't you tell?
I had the same breakfast as yesterday except a glazed gluten free donut because it was the last one. No more donuts for me, sadly. I loved them. I shall purchase them multiple times more before I get sick of them. Does that happen to you? I get obsessed with a certain food and eat the crap of out it until the sight of it makes me nauseous. I'm so bad at moderation sometimes.
The anatomy test is looming closer and I haven't done anything about it yet. Is that bad? Nah.
I've gotten so many likes on my Instagram picture of Anthony and I at prom. It makes me smile to know that people think we're a cute couple and such. We've been together so long, I don't hear that often anymore.
Anthony was back today and his kisses are like a breath of fresh air. He literally puts a pep in my step. I don't know what it is about him, but he can brighten my day with just a smile or a hug.
I was being a little bit bipolar after lunch and I hadn't a clue why until I got home and talked to my mother. She told me that she had been laughing ever since lunch and she thought it was something in our lunch. Apparently, someone put speed in our pasta salad or something because we were invigorated and excited about life after eating it. It freaked Anthony out a little bit though. He wasn't too keen on my mood swings.
I was still worried about the future and such, but he pulled me aside, told me to calm down, and kissed me softly. Sometimes I think I'm in a fairy tale, because he has magical powers, I swear.
I wasn't worried after that.
I got a 95% on my Pre-Cal test, which made me happy. I always feel accomplished when I get a good math grade.
During English today, we went to the computer lab to work on a small essay thing to broaden our knowledge on current events. In the middle of typing mine, my computer shut off and I lost all of my work. After that, I was a little irritated and had to hurry and retype anything that I could remember. I hope she gives me a break when she's grading because I had about half the time to remake mine as everyone else did to create theirs.
Anthony wondered if I didn't remember all the times he had spent with me before and why I was so worried about seeing him next all the time. My planning side was having a panic attack or something because I was freaking out at lunch today. It made me sad to think that it was true. I was ignoring all of the nice things he was doing for me and only focusing on the bad.
I told him to remind me of fun times we have whenever I'm getting crazy again.
He mentioned the day we had a picnic on the land. It was a brunch to be exact. I wanted to see him before I went to my Chemistry class in the summer at 12 or so, so I packed a little brunch of cherries and banana bread, things of that sort, some throw pillows, and a large quilt into my car and took off for the land. He met me there and we sat in the warm sun and talked while we ate. It was one of those movie moments. I didn't know if he actually liked it then, but apparently he did.
I left for voice lessons at 4:15 and got back at 5:30. I passed two of my songs and she wouldn't stop telling me that I have a beautiful voice. Sometimes I don't think so, but maybe I should be more confident. She always makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something, even if I forgot to practice.
I just noticed that I wasn't cold today. My body temperature was normal. It was around 80 degrees today, but I was actually hot. Not a good day to forget deodorant but I didn't sweat until I was on my way home so it was okay. I couldn't decide between windows down and sun-roof open or AC. I tried both but my hair preferred the latter.
We had pot pies for dinner, a personal favorite on mine.My mom ate the last of the brownies today and I ate the excess icing because I love my icing. It tastes like heaven. Nothing like chocolate buttercream frosting to satisfy your sweet tooth.
I haven't really done any of my homework but I needed to catch up on this before I quit all together. I use this as a diary and I don't want to lose a part of my life because I'm too lazy to share it with people.
If you want to know about prom, I can make a separate post about it. For now, I'm going to go.
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
Kiki
What's kickin', angels?
Yesterday morning I woke up and knew it was going to be a hard day to get through. I don't know if it was just leftover exhaustion from prom or the fact that I knew Anthony wouldn't be at school that day, but I didn't want to get out of bed and most certainly didn't want to go to school. Nevertheless, I got myself out of bed and got ready anyway.
I've decided to put my contacts in last instead of first because I'm sick and tired of makeup sticking to my contacts, or protein getting underneath my contact because my eyes aren't awake yet or something. I don't understand my eyes, or my body to be exact. I'm in anatomy and I don't get my own body. Maybe it's because I am a mutant. I wouldn't be surprised.
I tried a new product today for breakfast, a Kellogg's Breakfast Shake. I bought the chocolate ones of course, because any other flavor of protein shake just sucks. Just in case it wasn't good, I microwaved a gluten free cinnamon sugar donut and took off for school.
I never thought I would hate Show Choir as much as I do nowadays. The contest music is so irritating because we don't sound good when we sing it. It makes me angry, but then depresses me because we used to sound so good.
I did some fundraising in Pre-Cal today and got 2,000 dollars towards my Europe trip next year from my grandparents. It helps when you have an awesome and supportive family. I'm lucky to have that.
It seems like my English knew that I wasn't in the mood for homework because she threw about 5 assignments at us yesterday and I'm still struggling to find the motivation to do any of them. It's awful. She knows that I've become a procrastinator.
After school I went home and sat on the ground while Anthony told me that he is 70% sure that he is going to IUPUI instead of Purdue. You might not understand how large of a blow that was to me unless you consider two things.
1. I have an active imagination and I have imagined for a long time that we would go to college together and live happily ever after, like the average teenage girl would assume. I can't always be intellectually advanced, give me a break.
2. My parents won't let me go anywhere but Purdue. Plain and simple.
I was pretty angry after that, not to mention more depressed. I went outside and shot my bow for a half hour and didn't do very well. I could blame my lack of focus or anger, but I won't blame it on anything.
I met my mother at Little Charlie's for dinner, which isn't a regular occurrence. I guess she knew that neither of us wanted to make anything. Someone has intuition...and it isn't me. We decided to split a plate of Saratoga chips, a burger, and a piece of chocolate cheesecake. The burger came with pulled pork and cheese on top, and a few onion crispy things. The Saratoga chips are homemade potato chips with barbecue flavoring on them, if you didn't know. I sure didn't before yesterday when I was eating them. The cheesecake was amazing, as anything with chocolate tastes. I dreaded going to piano lessons but alas, I can't avoid them.
On my way to piano lessons, I had to stop and pick up some medicine at the drugstore. While asking for my prescription, I realized just how depressed I sounded. When the lady said, "Have a nice day," I didn't even say, "You too," like I usually do. What is wrong with me?
Piano wasn't very good at all, but what does one expect when that same one hasn't practiced at all in the past week?
I didn't expect anything. Unfortunately, my teacher wasn't on the same page.
I got angry at Anthony later and was upset pretty much the rest of the night until I went to bed.
Monday wasn't a good day.
Tuesday on the other hand, turned out to be a nice surprise.
I woke up expecting it to be another Monday, after all, I have voice lessons on Tuesday. I dread going to lessons. Can't you tell?
I had the same breakfast as yesterday except a glazed gluten free donut because it was the last one. No more donuts for me, sadly. I loved them. I shall purchase them multiple times more before I get sick of them. Does that happen to you? I get obsessed with a certain food and eat the crap of out it until the sight of it makes me nauseous. I'm so bad at moderation sometimes.
The anatomy test is looming closer and I haven't done anything about it yet. Is that bad? Nah.
I've gotten so many likes on my Instagram picture of Anthony and I at prom. It makes me smile to know that people think we're a cute couple and such. We've been together so long, I don't hear that often anymore.
Anthony was back today and his kisses are like a breath of fresh air. He literally puts a pep in my step. I don't know what it is about him, but he can brighten my day with just a smile or a hug.
I was being a little bit bipolar after lunch and I hadn't a clue why until I got home and talked to my mother. She told me that she had been laughing ever since lunch and she thought it was something in our lunch. Apparently, someone put speed in our pasta salad or something because we were invigorated and excited about life after eating it. It freaked Anthony out a little bit though. He wasn't too keen on my mood swings.
I was still worried about the future and such, but he pulled me aside, told me to calm down, and kissed me softly. Sometimes I think I'm in a fairy tale, because he has magical powers, I swear.
I wasn't worried after that.
I got a 95% on my Pre-Cal test, which made me happy. I always feel accomplished when I get a good math grade.
During English today, we went to the computer lab to work on a small essay thing to broaden our knowledge on current events. In the middle of typing mine, my computer shut off and I lost all of my work. After that, I was a little irritated and had to hurry and retype anything that I could remember. I hope she gives me a break when she's grading because I had about half the time to remake mine as everyone else did to create theirs.
Anthony wondered if I didn't remember all the times he had spent with me before and why I was so worried about seeing him next all the time. My planning side was having a panic attack or something because I was freaking out at lunch today. It made me sad to think that it was true. I was ignoring all of the nice things he was doing for me and only focusing on the bad.
I told him to remind me of fun times we have whenever I'm getting crazy again.
He mentioned the day we had a picnic on the land. It was a brunch to be exact. I wanted to see him before I went to my Chemistry class in the summer at 12 or so, so I packed a little brunch of cherries and banana bread, things of that sort, some throw pillows, and a large quilt into my car and took off for the land. He met me there and we sat in the warm sun and talked while we ate. It was one of those movie moments. I didn't know if he actually liked it then, but apparently he did.
I left for voice lessons at 4:15 and got back at 5:30. I passed two of my songs and she wouldn't stop telling me that I have a beautiful voice. Sometimes I don't think so, but maybe I should be more confident. She always makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something, even if I forgot to practice.
I just noticed that I wasn't cold today. My body temperature was normal. It was around 80 degrees today, but I was actually hot. Not a good day to forget deodorant but I didn't sweat until I was on my way home so it was okay. I couldn't decide between windows down and sun-roof open or AC. I tried both but my hair preferred the latter.
We had pot pies for dinner, a personal favorite on mine.My mom ate the last of the brownies today and I ate the excess icing because I love my icing. It tastes like heaven. Nothing like chocolate buttercream frosting to satisfy your sweet tooth.
I haven't really done any of my homework but I needed to catch up on this before I quit all together. I use this as a diary and I don't want to lose a part of my life because I'm too lazy to share it with people.
If you want to know about prom, I can make a separate post about it. For now, I'm going to go.
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
Kiki
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Panic Attacks and Beta Fish
Today was a pretty odd day. I mean, getting out of school doesn't happen every day for the average high school student. Nevertheless, I had fun.
What's kickin', angels?
I wore yoga pants today, if that tells you anything about how many fucks I have about the world this morning. I woke up later than usual by choice and didn't put makeup on. When you're only going for one period of school, why dress up?
Let me explain.
I had a wisdom teeth surgery consultation today. When I put the appointment in my calendar, I set it for noon instead of 3:30 so I thought I was going to have to take the day off. I got my homework from my important classes so I was all ready to not come to school. But alas, the review game for Botany and Zoology was this morning and I didn't want to miss it so I came to school for about an hour.
The disappointing part was that we didn't even get to do the whole game because a girl decided this morning was the perfect time to have a panic attack.
I was the first to notice. I heard her breathing abnormally fast but I didn't want to say anything in case she was sick. But then it just got worse and she started to cry and shake and was staring off into space. The teacher had to take her to the nurse. I wonder if she has attacks often. I've never seen anyone do that before. New experience of the day!
We all got 10 bonus points since our game didn't exactly go as planned. I hope the girl is okay though. She's more important than the bonus points. Maybe she was nervous about the test.
I left after that and drove home. I immediately jumped in my mother's car and we drove around to see home care patients. I wait in the car most of the time.
I studied birds from my zoology book and listened to bird calls until my mom was done working.
We brought Fred the golden retriever along so he got to play outside while I did homework. Lucky bastard.
We stopped at a cafe and got chili. It had noodles in it, much to my Timmy's dismay, but I ate it anyway and I only felt a little nauseous afterward. Not too bad.
I tried to read at the next patient's house but I passed out instead. It was warm and cozy in the car. You can't blame me for acting like a sunbathing cat.
My consultation was after that and it was just an average visit. The awkwardly quiet waiting room always annoys me. Why isn't anyone allowed to talk? Is it an unspoken rule? Well, obviously, since nobody speaks...haha, get it? No?
I have to get a sedative before my IV induced anesthesia. I'm not very comfortable with needles and I've given myself hives from fright once so their going to make me feel loopy so I don't mind them stabbing my arm. My hand doesn't have many veins because of my Raynauds so they have to go in at the forearm area.
They made me watch an informational video about my surgery. I kept getting distracted by the fish in the tank. It was so pretty when it was swimming. I wish I was shiny like that and could swim so quickly. I'm jealous of a beta fish. I have problems.
Sounds like fun, right? Gotta love surgery. The dentist guy said my teeth were very nice and straight. Thanks, sir.
We got Chipotle after that, with Orange Leaf frozen yogurt for dessert. Bless my mother's heart for stopping there.
If you know what Orange Leaf is, get the Reese's peanut butter sauce. You will not regret your choice.
After that, my mom and I found several jobs I could apply to online and then we ate dinner. I was so full I couldn't finish any of it, but it tasted like heaven.
I'm currently re-addicted to the Hunger Games series, even though I read them all. I just love the story. I'm on catching fire again. It makes me want my bow so bad. Why won't they ship it faster?
I need silver spray paint though.
Gotta be like Katniss Everdeen.
Is it weird that I'm like her and I don't even try sometimes? I mean, not completely but we're both aloof and serious. And like archery :)
I'll make sure to post a picture of my new now when it arrives.
You know you love me so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki
What's kickin', angels?
I wore yoga pants today, if that tells you anything about how many fucks I have about the world this morning. I woke up later than usual by choice and didn't put makeup on. When you're only going for one period of school, why dress up?
Let me explain.
I had a wisdom teeth surgery consultation today. When I put the appointment in my calendar, I set it for noon instead of 3:30 so I thought I was going to have to take the day off. I got my homework from my important classes so I was all ready to not come to school. But alas, the review game for Botany and Zoology was this morning and I didn't want to miss it so I came to school for about an hour.
The disappointing part was that we didn't even get to do the whole game because a girl decided this morning was the perfect time to have a panic attack.
I was the first to notice. I heard her breathing abnormally fast but I didn't want to say anything in case she was sick. But then it just got worse and she started to cry and shake and was staring off into space. The teacher had to take her to the nurse. I wonder if she has attacks often. I've never seen anyone do that before. New experience of the day!
We all got 10 bonus points since our game didn't exactly go as planned. I hope the girl is okay though. She's more important than the bonus points. Maybe she was nervous about the test.
I left after that and drove home. I immediately jumped in my mother's car and we drove around to see home care patients. I wait in the car most of the time.
I studied birds from my zoology book and listened to bird calls until my mom was done working.
We brought Fred the golden retriever along so he got to play outside while I did homework. Lucky bastard.
We stopped at a cafe and got chili. It had noodles in it, much to my Timmy's dismay, but I ate it anyway and I only felt a little nauseous afterward. Not too bad.
I tried to read at the next patient's house but I passed out instead. It was warm and cozy in the car. You can't blame me for acting like a sunbathing cat.
My consultation was after that and it was just an average visit. The awkwardly quiet waiting room always annoys me. Why isn't anyone allowed to talk? Is it an unspoken rule? Well, obviously, since nobody speaks...haha, get it? No?
I have to get a sedative before my IV induced anesthesia. I'm not very comfortable with needles and I've given myself hives from fright once so their going to make me feel loopy so I don't mind them stabbing my arm. My hand doesn't have many veins because of my Raynauds so they have to go in at the forearm area.
They made me watch an informational video about my surgery. I kept getting distracted by the fish in the tank. It was so pretty when it was swimming. I wish I was shiny like that and could swim so quickly. I'm jealous of a beta fish. I have problems.
Sounds like fun, right? Gotta love surgery. The dentist guy said my teeth were very nice and straight. Thanks, sir.
We got Chipotle after that, with Orange Leaf frozen yogurt for dessert. Bless my mother's heart for stopping there.
If you know what Orange Leaf is, get the Reese's peanut butter sauce. You will not regret your choice.
After that, my mom and I found several jobs I could apply to online and then we ate dinner. I was so full I couldn't finish any of it, but it tasted like heaven.
I'm currently re-addicted to the Hunger Games series, even though I read them all. I just love the story. I'm on catching fire again. It makes me want my bow so bad. Why won't they ship it faster?
I need silver spray paint though.
Gotta be like Katniss Everdeen.
Is it weird that I'm like her and I don't even try sometimes? I mean, not completely but we're both aloof and serious. And like archery :)
I'll make sure to post a picture of my new now when it arrives.
You know you love me so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Destinations and Situations
Today was Tuesday, and Tuesdays are hell for me. Always have been and always will be.
What's kickin', angels?
Today I didn't shampoo my hair and I felt like a rebel. I usually wash my hair every day...(pause while beauty fanatics cringe) but today I felt like letting it go and seeing what happens. It turned out okay. Nothing special. Pretty normal for my hair, which is split end city for eternity.
Never use a chi straightener without heat protectant. Worse mistake you'll ever make.
I decided to do a different eye look today with my makeup so I used purple, rust, and pale yellow shadows to create a sunset-y gradient with dark purple liner and Clinque High Impact Mascara lashes, of course. I got a few compliments so it must have looked alright. It wasn't as bright as I wanted it to be but it was subtle enough to not look like I'm trying to be a Japanese anime girl.
Yeah, I'm looking at you, girl with the blue streaks in your hair. You rock that style because I'll never be able to.
I left my hair down at first but by sixth period I had braided it to get it out of my way. I finally managed to do a sideways French braid around the back of my he's that formed into a side braid. Like Katniss. Just imagine that. I'm thinking of doing it like that for prom except curling the ends instead of braiding them. I think it would be pretty and different.
Anyway, I had breakfast in first period like always. I chow down while my teacher plays the daily bird calls for memorization.
It's Botany and Zoology. It's normal to learn bird calls when you like science. Don't judge me.
I feel like I'm getting a cold or allergies though. My chest was a little tight and I kept feeling like I had to cough. Plus I always have my normal postnasal drip. Whoopee!
I need to exercise more. Someone come motivate me!
I had the busiest day after school. I was dreading it since the day started.
Destination: a tailor
Awkward situation: parked in a no parking zone and had to end up walking down the street with a garment bag and heels in my arms.
Successful though!
Destination: vocal lessons
Awkward situation: showing up early and the doors are locked. Trying to park straight for ten minutes. Not knowing the words to the national anthem.
Destination: Orange Leaf
Awkward situation: sitting in my car eating it because I can't drive a manual car and eat at the same time.
Shout out to Orange Leaf for being delicious!
Destination: She'll
Awkward situation: I haven't had time to pee in 12 hours. Um, problem?
Destination: school meeting for a Europe trip
Awkward situation: it's a parent meeting and neither of my parents showed up.
I had many obligations and I didn't die! I was thoroughly awkward though!
When I got home my mom had made some casserole thing that I ate quickly and then did some Anatomy vocab.
My Victoria's Secret reward card only has $10 on it. What bullshit.
It's still cold here. Why do I have to put up with this. It should be warm and sunny. Not 28 degrees in the morning.
I'm not in a fancy mood today, if you couldn't tell that already. The only thing that made me happy was the shipment from Bath and Body Works sent me. Thank The Lord for candles! All the products are shown in the picture I inserted.
Hope you had a fabulous day :)
Quote of the day: "That's expensive."
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki
What's kickin', angels?
Today I didn't shampoo my hair and I felt like a rebel. I usually wash my hair every day...(pause while beauty fanatics cringe) but today I felt like letting it go and seeing what happens. It turned out okay. Nothing special. Pretty normal for my hair, which is split end city for eternity.
Never use a chi straightener without heat protectant. Worse mistake you'll ever make.
I decided to do a different eye look today with my makeup so I used purple, rust, and pale yellow shadows to create a sunset-y gradient with dark purple liner and Clinque High Impact Mascara lashes, of course. I got a few compliments so it must have looked alright. It wasn't as bright as I wanted it to be but it was subtle enough to not look like I'm trying to be a Japanese anime girl.
Yeah, I'm looking at you, girl with the blue streaks in your hair. You rock that style because I'll never be able to.
I left my hair down at first but by sixth period I had braided it to get it out of my way. I finally managed to do a sideways French braid around the back of my he's that formed into a side braid. Like Katniss. Just imagine that. I'm thinking of doing it like that for prom except curling the ends instead of braiding them. I think it would be pretty and different.
Anyway, I had breakfast in first period like always. I chow down while my teacher plays the daily bird calls for memorization.
It's Botany and Zoology. It's normal to learn bird calls when you like science. Don't judge me.
I feel like I'm getting a cold or allergies though. My chest was a little tight and I kept feeling like I had to cough. Plus I always have my normal postnasal drip. Whoopee!
I need to exercise more. Someone come motivate me!
I had the busiest day after school. I was dreading it since the day started.
Destination: a tailor
Awkward situation: parked in a no parking zone and had to end up walking down the street with a garment bag and heels in my arms.
Successful though!
Destination: vocal lessons
Awkward situation: showing up early and the doors are locked. Trying to park straight for ten minutes. Not knowing the words to the national anthem.
Destination: Orange Leaf
Awkward situation: sitting in my car eating it because I can't drive a manual car and eat at the same time.
Shout out to Orange Leaf for being delicious!
Destination: She'll
Awkward situation: I haven't had time to pee in 12 hours. Um, problem?
Destination: school meeting for a Europe trip
Awkward situation: it's a parent meeting and neither of my parents showed up.
I had many obligations and I didn't die! I was thoroughly awkward though!
When I got home my mom had made some casserole thing that I ate quickly and then did some Anatomy vocab.
My Victoria's Secret reward card only has $10 on it. What bullshit.
It's still cold here. Why do I have to put up with this. It should be warm and sunny. Not 28 degrees in the morning.
I'm not in a fancy mood today, if you couldn't tell that already. The only thing that made me happy was the shipment from Bath and Body Works sent me. Thank The Lord for candles! All the products are shown in the picture I inserted.
Hope you had a fabulous day :)
Quote of the day: "That's expensive."
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki
Monday, April 1, 2013
Dick Wrappers and Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs
I know that on a blog, a person isn't supposed to just bitch about life, but then again, what is the Internet for? Learning? Psh, teachers always told us that facts on the Internet weren't true. Whatever, because I had no idea where I was going with that.
What's kickin', angels?
I like to call you angels because I always feel flattered if someone calls me that, so I thought I'd compliment you as well. I know it's been a long time since I've said anything, but that's because I lead a very boring and utterly pointless life with lots of things going on that leave little time for Internet journal entry thing-ma-jigs. I apologize.
It was the first day of school after spring break wrapped up its sun-shiny fun. What a shame. I hate school when you've had a two week break of freedoms and relaxation and then high school wants you back like a needy ass ex boyfriend. Not like that's ever happened to me but it seemed like a good analogy. Maybe I'm wrong.
Something about when I woke up this morning told me I was going to have a rough day. Maybe it was the fact that I still can't find my curling wand. Or maybe it's because my stomach felt like it was being tickled from the inside and I couldn't make it stop. Maybe it was the fact that my alarm clock wasn't set to the right time so I was up early. Any of those annoying omens could have foretold my day.
After being on a cruise, a nice shower is something to praise Jesus for. Believe me.
Can someone remind me to start using my body lotion again because this Indiana weather reeks havoc on my skin? It's awful. I have to exfoliate the flaky skin every ten seconds because the bitter cold kills my body slowly. Living with Raynauds everyone. It's a joy.
I didn't even wear much makeup today, but my contacts put up a fight as usual and made me feel like a drunken squirrel until I put a new one in my left eye. Stupid astigmatism always switching things up. I have so many problems. I just realized that.
On the bright side, I got to school mildly early and my breakfast, courtesy of ma mère, was quite good.
It was two pieces of cinnamon raisin gluten free bread with strawberry cream cheese in the middle, with half an orange vitamin water and a banana on the side.
Good news in anatomy. My vocab quiz was postponed until tomorrow. Hallelujah!
History is slowly killing me. The stupidity of the people surrounding me, along with the amount of dumb paper we receive is literally making me want to drive a screwdriver through my eyeball. It's not fun.
I was told today that a friend of mine who recently started having sex, that her boyfriend left condom wrappers on the coffee table in his basement and his parents found them. Slow clap for the novices. Who is that careless? Seriously. Have the decency to toss the wrappers away. It's not like a snicker bar wrapper that is harmlessly lying there. You wrap it before you tap it, you throw the evidence away! No one wants dick wrappers staring them in the face when they want to to watch tv the next morning. It's just common courtesy.
Moving on from rubbers, my lunch was good.
Most awkward transition ever.
Anyway, I had some leftover honey baked ham from Easter Sunday, two Babybel cheeses, seed crackers, some fruit salad, and a Reese's peanut butter egg. Talk about living the high life!
I accidentally hit Anthony today while I had my head on his chest. I didn't know his chin was in my way and when is at up, I made him bite his lip. It was bleeding. I felt really bad. I don't like to hurt him, especially after he got his prom ticket to go with me. I'm a horrible person having a bad day.
I was hyper in French class as usual but as usual some more, my stomach hurt a little and when Anthony poked me, I screeched like a chihuahua. We have to do another dialogue. I'm hoping ours will be funny. I'm always too much of a try-hard to be funny but I can't pretend to be something I'm not. Cool.
I got a 99% on my pre-calculus test! I thought I failed and I did well! It's always the opposite of what you think when it comes to math. I was happy. That made my day a little better.
My English teacher passed out Fahrenheit 451 today in class for us to read. I'm kind of excited. It seems like an interesting concept. I'll start it soon. I had a lot of other homework I was supposed to do today so I kind of...left it in my locker to chill with my many water bottles.
I play fought with Anthony in the hallway after school. He told Mr. Crabill that I was whipped to him, which is the truth. I don't mind being whipped sometimes if it means avoiding his stubbornness. It's better to be the nice one. I'm mean to everyone else. I have to be generous and loving with someone, right?
Speaking of loving, a certain someone came home with me for awhile and we had a little fun. I won't divulge details but we missed each other so we couldn't resist. Too much passion would be my only excuse. I love him, what more can I say?
I made chicken pot pies, gluten-free of course, for dinner. They were quite tasty, as most pot pies are. I gnawed on my chocolate Easter bunny for awhile until it was time for me to get in my car and go to piano lessons. I hate driving all the way up there. I personally think it's a waste but my mother insists.
I would say my playing was mediocre, good if you consider that I haven't played for two weeks and literally played for a half hour before my lesson and that's it. It's a wonder I make any progress.
He gave me more peanut butter eggs though so I'll be in heaven eating them for a little while longer.
You know what I have a new obsessions with? Milkshakes. Try one sometime. They're so good when you haven't had one in a long time.
I came home and didn't do half my homework. Yay me. My mother yelled at me for not knowing how to handle the prom arrangements by myself and I brushed it off because how the hell am I supposed to know? I've never been before. It's not instinctual like a bird building a nest for god's sake.
Now I'm in bed, with multiple candles glowing the background and my bed cold because I spilled a glass of water on my power strip and I had to unplug everything and then use the actual outlet for my clock. Serves me right I guess. I was having a bad day, after all. Gotta go all out.
I found my lunchbox though, after a day of worrying about its whereabouts.
Cheers to that...but not near my electronic cords please.
I guess I'll go to sleep. I have a busy day tomorrow. Cross your fingers that you'll hear about it.
Quote of the day: "I'm getting impatient!"
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki
What's kickin', angels?
I like to call you angels because I always feel flattered if someone calls me that, so I thought I'd compliment you as well. I know it's been a long time since I've said anything, but that's because I lead a very boring and utterly pointless life with lots of things going on that leave little time for Internet journal entry thing-ma-jigs. I apologize.
It was the first day of school after spring break wrapped up its sun-shiny fun. What a shame. I hate school when you've had a two week break of freedoms and relaxation and then high school wants you back like a needy ass ex boyfriend. Not like that's ever happened to me but it seemed like a good analogy. Maybe I'm wrong.
Something about when I woke up this morning told me I was going to have a rough day. Maybe it was the fact that I still can't find my curling wand. Or maybe it's because my stomach felt like it was being tickled from the inside and I couldn't make it stop. Maybe it was the fact that my alarm clock wasn't set to the right time so I was up early. Any of those annoying omens could have foretold my day.
After being on a cruise, a nice shower is something to praise Jesus for. Believe me.
Can someone remind me to start using my body lotion again because this Indiana weather reeks havoc on my skin? It's awful. I have to exfoliate the flaky skin every ten seconds because the bitter cold kills my body slowly. Living with Raynauds everyone. It's a joy.
I didn't even wear much makeup today, but my contacts put up a fight as usual and made me feel like a drunken squirrel until I put a new one in my left eye. Stupid astigmatism always switching things up. I have so many problems. I just realized that.
On the bright side, I got to school mildly early and my breakfast, courtesy of ma mère, was quite good.
It was two pieces of cinnamon raisin gluten free bread with strawberry cream cheese in the middle, with half an orange vitamin water and a banana on the side.
Good news in anatomy. My vocab quiz was postponed until tomorrow. Hallelujah!
History is slowly killing me. The stupidity of the people surrounding me, along with the amount of dumb paper we receive is literally making me want to drive a screwdriver through my eyeball. It's not fun.
I was told today that a friend of mine who recently started having sex, that her boyfriend left condom wrappers on the coffee table in his basement and his parents found them. Slow clap for the novices. Who is that careless? Seriously. Have the decency to toss the wrappers away. It's not like a snicker bar wrapper that is harmlessly lying there. You wrap it before you tap it, you throw the evidence away! No one wants dick wrappers staring them in the face when they want to to watch tv the next morning. It's just common courtesy.
Moving on from rubbers, my lunch was good.
Most awkward transition ever.
Anyway, I had some leftover honey baked ham from Easter Sunday, two Babybel cheeses, seed crackers, some fruit salad, and a Reese's peanut butter egg. Talk about living the high life!
I accidentally hit Anthony today while I had my head on his chest. I didn't know his chin was in my way and when is at up, I made him bite his lip. It was bleeding. I felt really bad. I don't like to hurt him, especially after he got his prom ticket to go with me. I'm a horrible person having a bad day.
I was hyper in French class as usual but as usual some more, my stomach hurt a little and when Anthony poked me, I screeched like a chihuahua. We have to do another dialogue. I'm hoping ours will be funny. I'm always too much of a try-hard to be funny but I can't pretend to be something I'm not. Cool.
I got a 99% on my pre-calculus test! I thought I failed and I did well! It's always the opposite of what you think when it comes to math. I was happy. That made my day a little better.
My English teacher passed out Fahrenheit 451 today in class for us to read. I'm kind of excited. It seems like an interesting concept. I'll start it soon. I had a lot of other homework I was supposed to do today so I kind of...left it in my locker to chill with my many water bottles.
I play fought with Anthony in the hallway after school. He told Mr. Crabill that I was whipped to him, which is the truth. I don't mind being whipped sometimes if it means avoiding his stubbornness. It's better to be the nice one. I'm mean to everyone else. I have to be generous and loving with someone, right?
Speaking of loving, a certain someone came home with me for awhile and we had a little fun. I won't divulge details but we missed each other so we couldn't resist. Too much passion would be my only excuse. I love him, what more can I say?
I made chicken pot pies, gluten-free of course, for dinner. They were quite tasty, as most pot pies are. I gnawed on my chocolate Easter bunny for awhile until it was time for me to get in my car and go to piano lessons. I hate driving all the way up there. I personally think it's a waste but my mother insists.
I would say my playing was mediocre, good if you consider that I haven't played for two weeks and literally played for a half hour before my lesson and that's it. It's a wonder I make any progress.
He gave me more peanut butter eggs though so I'll be in heaven eating them for a little while longer.
You know what I have a new obsessions with? Milkshakes. Try one sometime. They're so good when you haven't had one in a long time.
I came home and didn't do half my homework. Yay me. My mother yelled at me for not knowing how to handle the prom arrangements by myself and I brushed it off because how the hell am I supposed to know? I've never been before. It's not instinctual like a bird building a nest for god's sake.
Now I'm in bed, with multiple candles glowing the background and my bed cold because I spilled a glass of water on my power strip and I had to unplug everything and then use the actual outlet for my clock. Serves me right I guess. I was having a bad day, after all. Gotta go all out.
I found my lunchbox though, after a day of worrying about its whereabouts.
Cheers to that...but not near my electronic cords please.
I guess I'll go to sleep. I have a busy day tomorrow. Cross your fingers that you'll hear about it.
Quote of the day: "I'm getting impatient!"
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Lump Sum and Pumpkin Seeds
What's kickin', angels?
Yeah, I skipped posting yesterday, but not that much went on yesterday, so I thought I'd put today and yesterday's experiences together. Hence the name, Lump Sum.
I guess I'll start from the beginning, as always.
When I woke up on Friday morning, it was peaceful and nobody was home except me. :) Those are always my favorite days. I can do pretty much whatever I want and nobody knows.
I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and some Nesquik milk. It was so good! Not to mention, watching Tosh.0 with it makes it even better. :) I love Tosh.
Next, it's time to work. I had to clean my room because it was a fucking mess. It looked like a small tornado passed through. That always happens to me, dammit!
I was planning on putting new sheets on my bed, so I stripped the old ones off, but then I got side-tracked and forgot about that. I did have to clean up the damn kitchen, full of dishes that weren't mine! I hate when they leave a mess for me and just expect me to clean it up. It's funny how I say that, but clean it up anyway because I'm a good child.
I mowed the lawn too! I'm so pro. Haha, I earned six dollars mowing my section of the yard. It took about an hour. Six dollars an hour. That's below minimum wage! I'm telling!
The one blessing I had was that the gas tank was empty, but I checked it before I left the shed, so I was able to refill the tank before it could strand me on a hill. That always happens. The container with the gas in it wasn't even that full so I could actually lift it without making a mess. That made my life considerably easy.
Watching my dog sprint across the yard is so funny. I really wish I could run that fast. He just has so much energy. Why can't I have some of that energy so I can run around and feel like I'm flying?
Next, cleaning the bathroom. It wasn't that bad since I had cleaned it not too long ago. I was proud of myself for not letting it fall into the category of DISGUSTING before deciding to clean it. Plus, I wanted to use my cupcake bath bomb from Belle Amie, so I wanted a clean tub.
My shower rug is still wet from the incident on Tuesday. Fuck my life.
My mom told me that I should be putting masks on my hair to keep it in good health, so I thought I'd use the Ojon oil restorative hair mask I got from Sephora a while ago. It must have been a considerable amount of time, because it looks so gross when I opened it. NOT USING THAT!
So I looked up a recipe for a homemade hair mask. I thought it couldn't be too hard. I mixed the milk, oatmeal, almond extract, and olive oil together. It seemed a little, not the right texture, so I heated it up in the microwave for a little bit. That seemed better.
I put it in my hair, and the oatmeal proceeded to get everywhere. The rest of the paste went on my hair easily, but whoever thought oatmeal was a good idea, WAS WRONG!
I had to wrap my head in Saran Wrap to get it to stop falling off. My nice and clean sink was now covered in oatmeal. Nice. I put a headband on my head to keep the Saran wrap on, then stripped down to soak with my cupcake bath bomb while my head soaked in oatmeal extracts or whatever.
I didn't realize how long it took to fill up a bathtub...
LATER: The bath bomb was so cute! And the bottom fizzed and made bubbles! It was fun! I shaved my legs and exfoliated with the remaining part of the bath bomb, the icing. It was cool.
I had to shower after that to get the oatmeal out of my hair. It was crazy. There were piles of oatmeal all in the bottom of the shower. Gross, right? I had to sweep all of it down the drain with my hands. At least the shower was clean. I was thanking myself.
Now, the results of my hair mask. My hair was really greasy in some places, and dry in others. I curled my hair to hide the damage and sprayed some dry shampoo on the oily spots. Apparently, it takes two coats of shampoo to take out ALL the mask. I didn't know. Next time, I'll do that.
At least my hair was curled. I like when my hair is curled. I cleaned all the floors after that. Accomplishment, yes!
Next, I had to finish a chapter for my Fan Fiction story. Ahhh, I didn't know people would want updates so quickly! So much pressure! I had one half written though, thank God. I managed to write an acceptable ending.
I had my lunch/dinner at 4. It was leftover night, so I could eat whenever I wanted, okay? I had a hamburger and potato wedges. It was yummy in my tummy. :) Not to mention, I got to nibble on my chocolate Easter bunny for a while.
My mom called while I was on the computer to tell me to get up to the end of the street so we could go to Good Friday service. I quick came up with a cute outfit: Floral shorts, cream sweater, leather jacket, wedges. BAM!
I rode my bike up 3/4 of the street, ditched my bike in the woods, and walked to the end. She showed up about two minutes later. I was pretty good with the timing, I have to say.
She told me not to text during church, but come on, I love my Antoine. I'll do what I want. But he was at Nick's house, practicing for the talent show, so he couldn't really talk anyway.
My pastor made me light the candles, which I never do anymore because the young kids are supposed to. None of them came yesterday, so I got the job. When he was preaching about Easter and Passover, all I could think of was the newest South Park episode about the Jewpacabra and the Passover dream that Cartman had. I tried so hard not to laugh during the somber sermon.
My mom said that I shouldn't blow bubbles with my gum during church, but I can't really help it. It's an unconscious thing that I do. I don't even notice half the time.
The pianist played one of the songs that I have in my repertoire for church service playing. Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross. That's my song, bro!
When we got home, my brother had arrived from Purdue. He was ticked for awhile about coming back, but my mom made him some shots and soon he didn't care anymore. I sat on the floor eating popcorn while they talked, but eventually my mom had to go to bed, so it was just me and him. I convinced him to watch an old South Park with me. We watched Damien, the one about how the devil's son comes up on Earth. It was pretty good. I got him to watch the Margaritaville one too. It was fun.
I thought it was time for bed, but he ended up camping in my room for like two hours while I texted Anthony and sorted through my newly printed pictures. Eventually, I was curled up in bed and he had to leave. It was like one o'clock in the morning. Yeah, it's sleepy time.
THE NEXT DAY...
My mother woke me up at nine to tell me that I was going to the grocery store with her. Nice.
Shower, makeup, gay outfit because I have no clothing, blow dry hair, ready to go! Yeah, I'm fast, angels.
I munched on a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich while my brother got ready. I like peanut butter, if you hadn't noticed already.
They made me drive all the way to the store, which is like a half hour. Not too bad, but still a pain.
Once we get there, it takes like two hours to get through the whole store. Nobody ever wants to come with us because we just meander and pick out yummy things.
I'm the one that gets sent on random runs through the aisles to pick up miscellaneous items that we missed or that aren't really a necessity. Fun, right? Actually, it's not bad because I get to dodge people. There were SO MANY people there today! It blew my mind. I didn't know how crazy the day before Easter really is. It didn't seem like any of the stock was depleted though, except the book section because I was looking for Mockingjay and they didn't have it. Who doesn't have the Hunger Games final book? FOOLS!
The bagger for our cash register took all the time in the world to bag our shit. Guess how much we bought? 440 dollars worth of food. Yeah, it's a lot. I wonder how we'd not broke or something. That's a lot of brand name food.
They made me drive back too, but we stopped at a liquor store because my mom and brother wanted more alcohol. They're so weird. I was sitting in the car when I got a text from Chrisi that I had to go to Megan's for talent show practice at two. It was one thirty. And i was like five minutes from her house. I called her house. She wasn't home. I texted Chrisi. Chrisi was on her way there. Decision made. I'm going to show up.
So I did. I showed up there. Turns out, Megan got home. Ta-da! She didn't call me back. Bitch! :P Doesn't matter, I was there. My brother threw my jacket on the ground like a meanie. But he's my brother so I let him without beating him up.
We ended up chilling in her room for a half hour while we waited for Sarah to show up. Then, harmonies fell into place. It took awhile and my piano awesomeness to pluck it out, but we got it. :) Then, I messed around on her piano until she told us to go out onto the balcony and talk.
We talked out there for about fifteen minutes until my brother showed up to take me home. That means emo music. Anthony bought a Nintendo 64, and when I go over there tomorrow, I get to play it, maybe. His family is coming over and I'm scared. I can't talk right with his immediate family, let alone a bunch of his relatives! OH GOD! I'm going to really have to put on a fake face. And try not to offend anybody. Which is hard, because it's me.
Wish me luck, angels. Wish me luck.
Bt dubs, my hair is super soft today. Maybe the mask worked after all...
Quote of the day: "I hope you don't talk about me behind my back that way."
Of course not ;)
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki
Yeah, I skipped posting yesterday, but not that much went on yesterday, so I thought I'd put today and yesterday's experiences together. Hence the name, Lump Sum.
I guess I'll start from the beginning, as always.
When I woke up on Friday morning, it was peaceful and nobody was home except me. :) Those are always my favorite days. I can do pretty much whatever I want and nobody knows.
I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and some Nesquik milk. It was so good! Not to mention, watching Tosh.0 with it makes it even better. :) I love Tosh.
Next, it's time to work. I had to clean my room because it was a fucking mess. It looked like a small tornado passed through. That always happens to me, dammit!
I was planning on putting new sheets on my bed, so I stripped the old ones off, but then I got side-tracked and forgot about that. I did have to clean up the damn kitchen, full of dishes that weren't mine! I hate when they leave a mess for me and just expect me to clean it up. It's funny how I say that, but clean it up anyway because I'm a good child.
I mowed the lawn too! I'm so pro. Haha, I earned six dollars mowing my section of the yard. It took about an hour. Six dollars an hour. That's below minimum wage! I'm telling!
The one blessing I had was that the gas tank was empty, but I checked it before I left the shed, so I was able to refill the tank before it could strand me on a hill. That always happens. The container with the gas in it wasn't even that full so I could actually lift it without making a mess. That made my life considerably easy.
Watching my dog sprint across the yard is so funny. I really wish I could run that fast. He just has so much energy. Why can't I have some of that energy so I can run around and feel like I'm flying?
Next, cleaning the bathroom. It wasn't that bad since I had cleaned it not too long ago. I was proud of myself for not letting it fall into the category of DISGUSTING before deciding to clean it. Plus, I wanted to use my cupcake bath bomb from Belle Amie, so I wanted a clean tub.
My shower rug is still wet from the incident on Tuesday. Fuck my life.
My mom told me that I should be putting masks on my hair to keep it in good health, so I thought I'd use the Ojon oil restorative hair mask I got from Sephora a while ago. It must have been a considerable amount of time, because it looks so gross when I opened it. NOT USING THAT!
So I looked up a recipe for a homemade hair mask. I thought it couldn't be too hard. I mixed the milk, oatmeal, almond extract, and olive oil together. It seemed a little, not the right texture, so I heated it up in the microwave for a little bit. That seemed better.
I put it in my hair, and the oatmeal proceeded to get everywhere. The rest of the paste went on my hair easily, but whoever thought oatmeal was a good idea, WAS WRONG!
I had to wrap my head in Saran Wrap to get it to stop falling off. My nice and clean sink was now covered in oatmeal. Nice. I put a headband on my head to keep the Saran wrap on, then stripped down to soak with my cupcake bath bomb while my head soaked in oatmeal extracts or whatever.
I didn't realize how long it took to fill up a bathtub...
LATER: The bath bomb was so cute! And the bottom fizzed and made bubbles! It was fun! I shaved my legs and exfoliated with the remaining part of the bath bomb, the icing. It was cool.
I had to shower after that to get the oatmeal out of my hair. It was crazy. There were piles of oatmeal all in the bottom of the shower. Gross, right? I had to sweep all of it down the drain with my hands. At least the shower was clean. I was thanking myself.
Now, the results of my hair mask. My hair was really greasy in some places, and dry in others. I curled my hair to hide the damage and sprayed some dry shampoo on the oily spots. Apparently, it takes two coats of shampoo to take out ALL the mask. I didn't know. Next time, I'll do that.
At least my hair was curled. I like when my hair is curled. I cleaned all the floors after that. Accomplishment, yes!
Next, I had to finish a chapter for my Fan Fiction story. Ahhh, I didn't know people would want updates so quickly! So much pressure! I had one half written though, thank God. I managed to write an acceptable ending.
I had my lunch/dinner at 4. It was leftover night, so I could eat whenever I wanted, okay? I had a hamburger and potato wedges. It was yummy in my tummy. :) Not to mention, I got to nibble on my chocolate Easter bunny for a while.
My mom called while I was on the computer to tell me to get up to the end of the street so we could go to Good Friday service. I quick came up with a cute outfit: Floral shorts, cream sweater, leather jacket, wedges. BAM!
I rode my bike up 3/4 of the street, ditched my bike in the woods, and walked to the end. She showed up about two minutes later. I was pretty good with the timing, I have to say.
She told me not to text during church, but come on, I love my Antoine. I'll do what I want. But he was at Nick's house, practicing for the talent show, so he couldn't really talk anyway.
My pastor made me light the candles, which I never do anymore because the young kids are supposed to. None of them came yesterday, so I got the job. When he was preaching about Easter and Passover, all I could think of was the newest South Park episode about the Jewpacabra and the Passover dream that Cartman had. I tried so hard not to laugh during the somber sermon.
My mom said that I shouldn't blow bubbles with my gum during church, but I can't really help it. It's an unconscious thing that I do. I don't even notice half the time.
The pianist played one of the songs that I have in my repertoire for church service playing. Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross. That's my song, bro!
When we got home, my brother had arrived from Purdue. He was ticked for awhile about coming back, but my mom made him some shots and soon he didn't care anymore. I sat on the floor eating popcorn while they talked, but eventually my mom had to go to bed, so it was just me and him. I convinced him to watch an old South Park with me. We watched Damien, the one about how the devil's son comes up on Earth. It was pretty good. I got him to watch the Margaritaville one too. It was fun.
I thought it was time for bed, but he ended up camping in my room for like two hours while I texted Anthony and sorted through my newly printed pictures. Eventually, I was curled up in bed and he had to leave. It was like one o'clock in the morning. Yeah, it's sleepy time.
THE NEXT DAY...
My mother woke me up at nine to tell me that I was going to the grocery store with her. Nice.
Shower, makeup, gay outfit because I have no clothing, blow dry hair, ready to go! Yeah, I'm fast, angels.
I munched on a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich while my brother got ready. I like peanut butter, if you hadn't noticed already.
They made me drive all the way to the store, which is like a half hour. Not too bad, but still a pain.
Once we get there, it takes like two hours to get through the whole store. Nobody ever wants to come with us because we just meander and pick out yummy things.
I'm the one that gets sent on random runs through the aisles to pick up miscellaneous items that we missed or that aren't really a necessity. Fun, right? Actually, it's not bad because I get to dodge people. There were SO MANY people there today! It blew my mind. I didn't know how crazy the day before Easter really is. It didn't seem like any of the stock was depleted though, except the book section because I was looking for Mockingjay and they didn't have it. Who doesn't have the Hunger Games final book? FOOLS!
The bagger for our cash register took all the time in the world to bag our shit. Guess how much we bought? 440 dollars worth of food. Yeah, it's a lot. I wonder how we'd not broke or something. That's a lot of brand name food.
They made me drive back too, but we stopped at a liquor store because my mom and brother wanted more alcohol. They're so weird. I was sitting in the car when I got a text from Chrisi that I had to go to Megan's for talent show practice at two. It was one thirty. And i was like five minutes from her house. I called her house. She wasn't home. I texted Chrisi. Chrisi was on her way there. Decision made. I'm going to show up.
So I did. I showed up there. Turns out, Megan got home. Ta-da! She didn't call me back. Bitch! :P Doesn't matter, I was there. My brother threw my jacket on the ground like a meanie. But he's my brother so I let him without beating him up.
We ended up chilling in her room for a half hour while we waited for Sarah to show up. Then, harmonies fell into place. It took awhile and my piano awesomeness to pluck it out, but we got it. :) Then, I messed around on her piano until she told us to go out onto the balcony and talk.
We talked out there for about fifteen minutes until my brother showed up to take me home. That means emo music. Anthony bought a Nintendo 64, and when I go over there tomorrow, I get to play it, maybe. His family is coming over and I'm scared. I can't talk right with his immediate family, let alone a bunch of his relatives! OH GOD! I'm going to really have to put on a fake face. And try not to offend anybody. Which is hard, because it's me.
Wish me luck, angels. Wish me luck.
Bt dubs, my hair is super soft today. Maybe the mask worked after all...
Quote of the day: "I hope you don't talk about me behind my back that way."
Of course not ;)
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Changing Hairstyles and Taking the Scenic Route
What's kickin', angels?
Ugh, I felt like a got nothing accomplished today. I skipped school, so there isn't anything there. And then there's the fact that everything was just WRONG. Hahaha, okay, really, I don't think it was that bad. I'll start from the beginning, like always.
Well, this morning wasn't that bad. I mean, when my mother wakes me up before my alarm is supposed to go off, I get kind of ticked, but she said that breakfast was ready. WHAT? FOOD? FOR ME?
I got up. :) When someone makes food for me, why not? Saves me the trouble.
Turns out, she made these really fluffy and delicious pancakes and put strawberries on top. Best breakfast ever, in a long time. Thank you, mother! We watched Good Morning America while eating. Well, she watched it. I kind of just listened because I didn't put my contacts in so I couldn't see the TV very well.
One of the stories was about a women who blogged about how other women shouldn't hate on her for being pretty. I'm like, HOLLA! The freshmen that sit at the lunch table behind us all hate me because I'm pretty. Why do they do that? I always admire other people when they look good, I never hate on them. I was a gay man in a past life though, so I don't have the complete woman mentality. :) That's your fun fact for the day, angels.
I took a shower, threw my wet hair up in a bun, put my animal print headband on, did some simple makeup, and off the salon I went. I drove too. I'm so proud of myself. Screw my mother who is lazy and won't drive me.
We got in there and she got to work on my hair. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate getting my hair cut? No? Well, yeah. I despise it with a burning passion.
The hair being pulled out of my head by a god damn comb is annoying. The hair combed so it covers my entire face drives me crazy and makes my nose itch, which makes it ten times worse. Then the cape thing around my neck...that's the worst. I HATE STUFF AROUND MY NECK! I could never hang myself. I hate stuff touching my neck too much. It makes me so mad and uncomfortable that I have to clench my hands into fists and breathe deeply to avoid flailing and ripping the cape off. I'm crazy, I know.
What pissed me off the most was this...she asked me if I was growing my bangs out. I wasn't, so I said, "No." So she proceeded to take my side bangs and cut them so they turned into straight bangs. Exactly what I didn't want because I'm sick of them and Anthony isn't too fond of them either. She parted my hair too far to the side anyway. I fixed it. She fixed the supposed "side bangs." They're not side bangs. They go straight across. It's so stupid.
How does a trained professional still mess up simple side bangs? Did she not see what they looked like when I walked in? I kinda wanted them to be the same. Yeah, she can't exactly read my mind, but I didn't tell her to do that. I was pretty pissed. I hope she noticed. I don't even know what to say to her. I just don't get along with her for some reason. She makes me angry.
She even thinned them too much and now I have baby hairs poking off my forehead. WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?! I never had baby hairs there before. This cannot be happening. No.
Yeah, it happened. Life ruined for at least three weeks. My mood is dependent upon my hair. My mother told me not to focus on looks so much. My looks got my boyfriend to notice me. I think they matter a little bit, MOM. She probably cared when she was my age, so I don't want to hear it. It's the only thing I have to work on. I don't need to make myself smarter because that comes naturally to me. I learn things quickly. I do not become pretty very quickly. I don't learn social skills quickly, because I'm only friendly when I'm pretty. Therefore, I was not very friendly today.
We went to the eye doctor next. I made my mom drive because I was too upset about my hair to even focus on driving. She said I was acting like a two-year-old. She needs to take a look at how fucked up my hair is now. My side bangs made me look at least a little seductive. Straight across bangs mean nerd or innocence. GAY!
The eye doctor was all smiles and I was all HATE. I just wanted to see again. Turns out, I need to use the eye drops for another two weeks, because there is still some residual infection of some sort. I don't know what it's from, but I assume it's because I didn't clean my makeup brushes after I put makeup on multiple different people at the musical, and they must have got infected. The day we first went to the eye doctor about this, I cleaned my brushes right away. When in doubt, use Dawn Dishwashing Soap. It works WONDERS. So crazy! It got the liquid foundation right out of my brush, when the specially made brush cleaner couldn't. FUCK YOU BRUSH CLEANER! DAWN RAPES!
She finally decided to give me a new pair of contacts, then shoved me out of the room to see if they made my eyesight any better. HECK YES THEY DID! Everything is so much clearer now! YAY! It's crazy. But I was lonely out there by myself, wandering around, looking at glasses frames (they all looked ugly on me) and catching my reflection in the mirrors. My bangs make me look like Justin Bieber when I swoop them to the side. THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY FOR MAKING ME LOOK LIKE THE BIEBS!
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My mom ordered new glasses. She's cool and glasses look good on her. I'm jealous.
I was still thoroughly pissed was we walked out of the eye doctor's office. She had to run back in to check on something like three times. Fuck my life.
She made me drive to Panera Bread, which wasn't that far away. Suddenly, my day was starting to get little better. Good food? Oui!
Some cunt in a gray car almost killed us because she wasn't paying attention when we were pulling out onto the main road. What a bitch. I saved us. I'm cool like that. We proceeded to pull into the Panera Bread parking lot, and parked within sight of a cop. I was hoping he would go arrest the cunt. He didn't. Damn.
My mom had her pupils dilated for the eye check-up, so she had to wear her sunglasses inside. I'm pretty sure everyone in the cafe thought she was blind. I find that amusing.
She got a salmon and bacon panini. I got broccoli cheddar soup and a roasted turkey and fuji apple salad. NOMS. I get the broccoli cheddar soup every single time we go to Panera. It's so good, I just can't resist. What was even weirder was that afterwards, my mom bought us cookies for dessert. She never does that! Amazed was I.
She got a shortbread cookie that was iced to look like an easter egg. She said it was lemon flavored. I just got a plain shortbread cookie. It was delicious. Usually, Panera's pastries aren't that good, but these were.
I led my blind mother back out to the car. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I passed two men in white shirts. They had holstered guns on their belts. Whoa, hustlers. Just kidding, they were cops.
We took the long way home. It was fun. Scenic and good for improving my down-shifting. My car is a manual. Well, my mom's car is a manual. My brother has the car that is technically mine. I'm buying it off of him in like a month.
We got back and my mom promptly fell asleep. I decided to put my hair up in a bun to try and make myself feel better about my hair. It didn't really work. I read some of the reviews of my stories on fanfiction.net.
I love those people so much. They want me to continue all of my stories! Isn't that nice? A lot of people favorited and reviewed. I've never had so much attention online before. It was awesome. I feel spoiled now. I hope I don't let them down. I think I'll take my time and create more goodness for them to read. Screw my mom, who doesn't like Style fanfics. I like them. Other people like them. Let's just leave it at that.
Jean invited me over to dye Easter eggs with her family. That was pretty funny. They had a ton of different colors and a bunch of eggs to color. Everyone made a mess though. Dye was spilled, eggs were cracked, but we all had fun.
Jean's dad showed up and it got a little awkward. Her parents recently got divorced. I'm still not used to it. He brought buckets of Easter candy for everyone. I ate some of Jean's and her brother's because I don't get any Easter candy. My parents don't love me.
I still stayed at their house for a little while longer, but then their dad took them to go get ice cream and I decided to bail. I never really liked their dad, even when he was married to their mother. He was just, not the friendliest guy in the world.
So I came home, took a shower in a last attempt to get my Bieber hair to look normal. I think I succeeded. It doesn't look exactly the same, but it looks okay...
Just okay.
My mom made me cook sausages on the grill that reminded me of dicks. That's the awkward mind you are hearing from, angels. Get used to it ;)
Yeah, I'm about done for the day. I might just start on writing the next chapter for one of my fanfics. I can't post my original stories on fictionpress.net until tomorrow since the site is mean and has rules, but until then, FAN FICTION RULES!
Quote of the day: "Shut up."
Yeah, original, right? But I heard it a lot, so shut up. :P
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki
Ugh, I felt like a got nothing accomplished today. I skipped school, so there isn't anything there. And then there's the fact that everything was just WRONG. Hahaha, okay, really, I don't think it was that bad. I'll start from the beginning, like always.
Well, this morning wasn't that bad. I mean, when my mother wakes me up before my alarm is supposed to go off, I get kind of ticked, but she said that breakfast was ready. WHAT? FOOD? FOR ME?
I got up. :) When someone makes food for me, why not? Saves me the trouble.
Turns out, she made these really fluffy and delicious pancakes and put strawberries on top. Best breakfast ever, in a long time. Thank you, mother! We watched Good Morning America while eating. Well, she watched it. I kind of just listened because I didn't put my contacts in so I couldn't see the TV very well.
One of the stories was about a women who blogged about how other women shouldn't hate on her for being pretty. I'm like, HOLLA! The freshmen that sit at the lunch table behind us all hate me because I'm pretty. Why do they do that? I always admire other people when they look good, I never hate on them. I was a gay man in a past life though, so I don't have the complete woman mentality. :) That's your fun fact for the day, angels.
I took a shower, threw my wet hair up in a bun, put my animal print headband on, did some simple makeup, and off the salon I went. I drove too. I'm so proud of myself. Screw my mother who is lazy and won't drive me.
We got in there and she got to work on my hair. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate getting my hair cut? No? Well, yeah. I despise it with a burning passion.
The hair being pulled out of my head by a god damn comb is annoying. The hair combed so it covers my entire face drives me crazy and makes my nose itch, which makes it ten times worse. Then the cape thing around my neck...that's the worst. I HATE STUFF AROUND MY NECK! I could never hang myself. I hate stuff touching my neck too much. It makes me so mad and uncomfortable that I have to clench my hands into fists and breathe deeply to avoid flailing and ripping the cape off. I'm crazy, I know.
What pissed me off the most was this...she asked me if I was growing my bangs out. I wasn't, so I said, "No." So she proceeded to take my side bangs and cut them so they turned into straight bangs. Exactly what I didn't want because I'm sick of them and Anthony isn't too fond of them either. She parted my hair too far to the side anyway. I fixed it. She fixed the supposed "side bangs." They're not side bangs. They go straight across. It's so stupid.
How does a trained professional still mess up simple side bangs? Did she not see what they looked like when I walked in? I kinda wanted them to be the same. Yeah, she can't exactly read my mind, but I didn't tell her to do that. I was pretty pissed. I hope she noticed. I don't even know what to say to her. I just don't get along with her for some reason. She makes me angry.
She even thinned them too much and now I have baby hairs poking off my forehead. WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?! I never had baby hairs there before. This cannot be happening. No.
Yeah, it happened. Life ruined for at least three weeks. My mood is dependent upon my hair. My mother told me not to focus on looks so much. My looks got my boyfriend to notice me. I think they matter a little bit, MOM. She probably cared when she was my age, so I don't want to hear it. It's the only thing I have to work on. I don't need to make myself smarter because that comes naturally to me. I learn things quickly. I do not become pretty very quickly. I don't learn social skills quickly, because I'm only friendly when I'm pretty. Therefore, I was not very friendly today.
We went to the eye doctor next. I made my mom drive because I was too upset about my hair to even focus on driving. She said I was acting like a two-year-old. She needs to take a look at how fucked up my hair is now. My side bangs made me look at least a little seductive. Straight across bangs mean nerd or innocence. GAY!
The eye doctor was all smiles and I was all HATE. I just wanted to see again. Turns out, I need to use the eye drops for another two weeks, because there is still some residual infection of some sort. I don't know what it's from, but I assume it's because I didn't clean my makeup brushes after I put makeup on multiple different people at the musical, and they must have got infected. The day we first went to the eye doctor about this, I cleaned my brushes right away. When in doubt, use Dawn Dishwashing Soap. It works WONDERS. So crazy! It got the liquid foundation right out of my brush, when the specially made brush cleaner couldn't. FUCK YOU BRUSH CLEANER! DAWN RAPES!
She finally decided to give me a new pair of contacts, then shoved me out of the room to see if they made my eyesight any better. HECK YES THEY DID! Everything is so much clearer now! YAY! It's crazy. But I was lonely out there by myself, wandering around, looking at glasses frames (they all looked ugly on me) and catching my reflection in the mirrors. My bangs make me look like Justin Bieber when I swoop them to the side. THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY FOR MAKING ME LOOK LIKE THE BIEBS!
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My mom ordered new glasses. She's cool and glasses look good on her. I'm jealous.
I was still thoroughly pissed was we walked out of the eye doctor's office. She had to run back in to check on something like three times. Fuck my life.
She made me drive to Panera Bread, which wasn't that far away. Suddenly, my day was starting to get little better. Good food? Oui!
Some cunt in a gray car almost killed us because she wasn't paying attention when we were pulling out onto the main road. What a bitch. I saved us. I'm cool like that. We proceeded to pull into the Panera Bread parking lot, and parked within sight of a cop. I was hoping he would go arrest the cunt. He didn't. Damn.
My mom had her pupils dilated for the eye check-up, so she had to wear her sunglasses inside. I'm pretty sure everyone in the cafe thought she was blind. I find that amusing.
She got a salmon and bacon panini. I got broccoli cheddar soup and a roasted turkey and fuji apple salad. NOMS. I get the broccoli cheddar soup every single time we go to Panera. It's so good, I just can't resist. What was even weirder was that afterwards, my mom bought us cookies for dessert. She never does that! Amazed was I.
She got a shortbread cookie that was iced to look like an easter egg. She said it was lemon flavored. I just got a plain shortbread cookie. It was delicious. Usually, Panera's pastries aren't that good, but these were.
I led my blind mother back out to the car. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I passed two men in white shirts. They had holstered guns on their belts. Whoa, hustlers. Just kidding, they were cops.
We took the long way home. It was fun. Scenic and good for improving my down-shifting. My car is a manual. Well, my mom's car is a manual. My brother has the car that is technically mine. I'm buying it off of him in like a month.
We got back and my mom promptly fell asleep. I decided to put my hair up in a bun to try and make myself feel better about my hair. It didn't really work. I read some of the reviews of my stories on fanfiction.net.
I love those people so much. They want me to continue all of my stories! Isn't that nice? A lot of people favorited and reviewed. I've never had so much attention online before. It was awesome. I feel spoiled now. I hope I don't let them down. I think I'll take my time and create more goodness for them to read. Screw my mom, who doesn't like Style fanfics. I like them. Other people like them. Let's just leave it at that.
Jean invited me over to dye Easter eggs with her family. That was pretty funny. They had a ton of different colors and a bunch of eggs to color. Everyone made a mess though. Dye was spilled, eggs were cracked, but we all had fun.
Jean's dad showed up and it got a little awkward. Her parents recently got divorced. I'm still not used to it. He brought buckets of Easter candy for everyone. I ate some of Jean's and her brother's because I don't get any Easter candy. My parents don't love me.
I still stayed at their house for a little while longer, but then their dad took them to go get ice cream and I decided to bail. I never really liked their dad, even when he was married to their mother. He was just, not the friendliest guy in the world.
So I came home, took a shower in a last attempt to get my Bieber hair to look normal. I think I succeeded. It doesn't look exactly the same, but it looks okay...
Just okay.
My mom made me cook sausages on the grill that reminded me of dicks. That's the awkward mind you are hearing from, angels. Get used to it ;)
Yeah, I'm about done for the day. I might just start on writing the next chapter for one of my fanfics. I can't post my original stories on fictionpress.net until tomorrow since the site is mean and has rules, but until then, FAN FICTION RULES!
Quote of the day: "Shut up."
Yeah, original, right? But I heard it a lot, so shut up. :P
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki
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